I remember seeing you for the first time
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In grade one
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You had your hair in pigtails
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Mine was cut with a basin
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It was Saint Patrick's on the hill
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Our parents did enlist
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When you first spoke to me
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I nearly choked on my jam sandwich
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You were the dux and I was the dunce
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I thought all my little-lunches
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Had come at once
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Danielle, Danielle
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Our conversations were dictated by the bell
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Danielle
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We did the progressive barn dance
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At the primary school ball
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Armed with two clammy hands and a pair of left feet
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I circled the science hall
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The chance for me to ask you to be
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My friend would soon be gone
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By the time I plucked up my courage
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I heard a voice say "Pass your partners on"
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I'm now inclined to say
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That like my asthma, you took my breath away
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Danielle, Danielle
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My palms were as sweaty as hell
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Danielle
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But I guess in those days
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You had to be careful of getting girl germs
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If a girl tried to hold my hand I'd probably panic
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And give her a Chinese burn
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And so the years rolled by and didn't seem to stop
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Our milk containers were exchanged for bottles of Passion Pop
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Our friends would help us drink them down the park in the trees
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Our nights at the Railway Hotel are still so clear in my memory
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Memory, memory
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And I remember your birthday, 21 years
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I didn't turn up just because I heard your dad
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Was putting on free beer
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We gathered there your friends and me to sing
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To sing
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Danielle, Danielle
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We wish you well
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Danielle
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21 years, 21 years
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Danielle
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Darren Hanlon |